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Dylan.
    “I am. You don’t look like you’re having a great time though.”
    He shrugs. “I’m too cool to look like I’m having fun.”
    “Well, you should loosen up a little. You want a drink?” I ask, as I step forward to the bar.
    “Sure, grab me a rum and coke.”
    Nodding, I lean forward and order the same for myself, and a beer for Josh, tapping my hands on the counter to beat of the music while I wait for them.
    “You know, that’s a very short dress,” Dylan comments after a moment’s pause, looking downward to my bare thighs before quickly before meeting my eyes.
    “Not compared to a lot of girls out there. But that’s cool, I’ve got little dancing shorts on underneath. So no one’s getting up in my junk,” I reply with a laugh, kicking my hip up dramatically, causing the little ruffles around the base of my dress to shift. The bartender places the drinks in front of me, and I think I hear Dylan letting out a bit of a chuckle. I reach into my purse for my money and frown when the bartender is already serving the next person. “He didn’t take my money!”
    Dylan smiles. He’s even more handsome when he smiles (did I seriously just think Dylan is handsome? Who uses handsome these days?).
    “How is that a bad thing?”
    “Because I feel like I’m stealing.”
    Laughing, he picks up my drink and hands it to me. “It’s fine. You’re on my tab.”
    “What? Oh. No. Let me pay you back. I don’t want to drink away your money.”
    “Consider it a ‘Welcome to California’ drink, Rusty.” He smiles again and picks up his own drink and Josh’s…hang on, what did he just call me?
    “Rusty?” His twinkling gaze flicks to my long red hair where I have it twisted over my shoulder to alleviate the heat. “Oh, a redhead joke, I get it – har har.” I roll my eyes, wondering if there will ever be a day that I’m known for something other than the color of my hair.
    He leans in close to my ear. “It’s not a joke. I quite like your hair.” His voice sends a chill through me – in a good way. I take a sip of my drink as I try to think of something witty to say in return.
    All I can come up with is, “Well…so do I.” It’s as lame as fuck, but I punctuate the comment by snatching the bottle of beer from his hand before I turn to head back to Josh. Then I stop, feeling bad for the way I just reacted and turn back around.
    He’s grinning widely, obviously amused by me. Rolling my eyes, I smile too then I hold up my hands and nod to thank him for the drinks. He nods in return and leans up against the bar. It’s a nice moment, and I’d like to consider as a stepping stone to me learning to get along with Josh’s oldest friend, except it all gets ruined when this blonde girl in the tightest dress I’ve ever seen, launches herself at him and attaches her mouth to his face like a leech trying to suck out his soul. My mouth falls open and I almost drop the drinks I’m holding. I really wasn’t expecting that.
    “Hey, you OK?” Josh asks, appearing at my side.
    “What? Yeah, I’m fine. I got your beer,” I say, smiling and handing him his drink, trying desperately to stop myself from turning back to the scene I was just witnessing at the bar. But, it’s like a car crash and I can’t seem to stop myself, and it’s even worse than it was before. “Oh god, does he always do that?” I ask as I watch Dylan openly groping the woman’s ass, as she rolls herself against him like she’s having sex standing up.
    Josh laughs and puts his arm around my shoulder. “Pretty much. He’s always been a player.” He turns me away and guides me toward the table. “Come on, we’ve saved you a seat.”

Chapter 6
     
     

Avery
    “This bed is so comfortable. Maybe we could become bed people – give up all our dreams and do nothing but nap and make love,” I moan on Monday morning. It's 5:30 in the morning, and since Dylan hasn't been home since we went out on Friday night, this is the most